On my side of all this, I can use prayers too. STILL disabled. (I keep thinking no one believes this simply because I have to do so much, so I seem abled.)
My week. Rehab needed him to have his own clothes on Monday, plus he wanted the usual personal grooming aids, (electric razor, real razor, deodorant, shampoo etc.), because he WOULD take a shower there quickly. (Even told me he would be put in the shower with the lift, so we got all kinds of excited he was finally going to get that shower he longs for.) So, I rushed around the house trying to get everything on his list and got it to him. (Me carrying two bags down a long hallway.)
I've been holding my breath driving the car, knowing it needed airs in the tires (someone stole our air gauge when they robbed our car of a whole $2 in quarters a while ago, but I didn't know they stole the gauge too, until I needed it. lol), wiper blades, and a tuneup since it stalled at a red light, but I haven't had time, so made it. I called on Tuesday to drop it off, knowing they wouldn't fix it until either today or tomorrow. And then Wednesday I had to go into Center City (Philly's business district) to see my pain specialist. (Praise God! He upped my dose for two months, which he doesn't do, but wasn't expecting to hear hubby just got out of the hospital into rehab two months after hearing hubby had a heart attack two months earlier. All I need is that two months, thinking this will smooth out more by then.) And took a bus to see the pain specialist, then one to John, and then supposedly two to come home. But, little did I know, after walking half a mile (with a choice of going two different directions, and I made the bad choice), to the bus stop there was a detour notice for that bus, so I was supposed to walk further to catch it. Fortunately, it's right next to the taxi queue for HUP visitors, so took a taxi home, but we were held up by road work on the Expressway. (Sitting in vehicles kills me.) Got home too tired to make a good dinner, so made a rush dinner.
Then waited around today until noon to find out if they fixed my car. (They did! Yippee!) But, the bus I was waiting for decided not to run, so waited 20 minutes for an every-10-minutes bus. Then had to wait for some idiot to drive OFF the ENTRANCE to the expressway before heading to the parking lot called the expressway, because they were doing road work on this side today. Saw John, only to find out he never got that shower, but he HAS to have clothes that fit now, after being told they could be too big and after they gave him pajamas earlier in the week (but STILL can't tell me what size he is), so he gave me the sweats that did fit (he gave to me years ago because they were too small, but I couldn't wear them, because elastic around the waist kills my waist), except they have an elastic band at the bottom, so he can't wear them with his foley, and he NEEDS (once again), clothes to wear. They fit him though. He's a size XL! Whoa! I've never known him as an XL, and I've known him at his proper weight.
So, I was going to go to our Walmart to pick him up some (because, hey! He's now in sizes WalMart carries again. Cool!) tomorrow morning and then go visit him, but got the call tonight that my chair is coming tomorrow morning.
Eek! The chair! The chair I've been waiting to afford after my old one broke last year, and finally bought it a week ago last Wednesday, and it was supposed to be delivered last Saturday, but then last Thursday suddenly he was going to rehab, so I had three days to find him one, so canceled it until either this Friday or Saturday -- I thought Saturday -- giving me time to clean up the living room, but never got that time and it's coming tomorrow between 9-12 and I have to have a space cleared to put it in. (Not going to happen. The salesman said I could pay the delivery people $10 to move this hunk of junk to my sidewalk, because I cannot physically move it.) So, once again utterly exhausted, don't have time to get my stuff done, (got the prescription, can't get it filled until I have time), and I'm running on empty again.
Utterly, utterly exhausted, so could use prayers.
And guess who isn't getting his clothes tomorrow. (I'd feel bad if he really did get that shower or if they had used any of the clothes I did send so far.)